Thursday, 21 February 2013

Since becoming interested in fat acceptance and body politics, my tolerance level for body shaming bullshit, however cleverly concealed it may be, has decreased dramatically. If you're going to start shit about my body, then I'm going to start shit with you. If you think you're going to tone police me after saying something blatantly fat phobic and/or shitty then you need to sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up.Something I have witnessed a lot in the blogging sphere is people leaving comments demanding to know why a person's body looks the way it does or why a person chooses to decorate it in a certain way. I'm here to tell you that you don't have to justify or excuse your body to anyone. Not your friends, not your family, not your lover and certainly not to strangers on the internet. You don't have to provide information about your diet, how often you exercise, whether or not you have always been fat, why your boobs look that way or anything else. Anybody who demands such information from you is not your friend and I guarantee that however you respond to their insidious questions, they will not be happy with the answer. If you are the kind of person who thinks that your friend or somebody blogging about fashion, needs to explain why her thighs look the way they do or how she can possibly claim that she is healthy and happy, then you're a fucking arsehole and you need to get your shit together.Yeah, I'm angry, but y'know what? I'm through with being polite to shitty people who want to police my body.In case you need reminding, here is a cursory list of things that you never, ever, have to justify or explain to people.........

Your weight

Your shape

Your hairstyle or colour

Your tattoos

Your piercings

Your disability(ies)

Your mental health

Your body hair or lack thereof

Your gender identity or how you choose to present your gender

Your stretch marks

Your spots

Your scars

Your race or ethnic background

Your short skirt

Your cleavage

Your small breasts

Your large breasts

Your freckles

Your birthmarks

Your make-up or lack thereof

There are probably a zillion other things to add to the list, but I'm in the middle of packing for a weekend at my inlaws so that's all I've got for now.

I'd love to tell you to respond calmly and thoughtfully to this kind of prying, but I personally favour dealing with this sort of crap by letting people know I will not stand for being made uncomfortable about my own body and that I am quite happy to fucking ruin anybody who doesn't get that.

I'm not a horrible person, but I am completely through with people who are incapable of respecting boundaries and exercising a bit of basic courtesy. If you can get your head around that, we'll get along just fine :)

Saturday, 16 February 2013

Unfortunately, depression began to rear its ugly head at the end of January, but the last couple of weeks have been pretty rad all the same. On the 2nd of February I turned 30 years old! A few years ago, I would have told you that I was terrified of turning 30, but last year I lost a couple of people I really cared about so now I just feel really lucky.My husband bought me a little point and shoot digital camera for my birthday, so here are some pictures from the last couple of weeks......

We went out for breakfast on my birthday to a lovely vegetarian cafe down the lanes.

A very tired looking husband!

I always leave lipstick stained cups in my wake.

Yummy breakfast!

It was surprisingly quiet down the lanes first thing in the morning.

I have found a new love for my naturally wavy hair. I still wear it straight most of the time, but finding a routine and products that make the best of it means that I have another option.

I know this is a really dodgy photo, but I like it for some reason......probably because you get a feel for how huge my false lashes were.

Pink eyes and lavender lips.

As well as embracing my wavy hair, I've also been toying with more natural looking make-up recently too.

I had a go at organising the absolute chaos of my crafty corner. The record bowls we made for our wedding reception have definitely come in handy for storing little nick-nacks.

I have been lusting after this Primark throw for weeks so I treated myself to it with my birthday money. I think it's going to look gorgeous in the bedroom!

My current pile of books to read. I made a promise to myself that I would read a lot more in 2013 and I've been doing pretty good so far.

We paid a visit to the Brighton maker's fair on my birthday and I'm so glad we did! As soon as I saw the Daria brooch and Feminist necklace, I knew they had to be mine. I think I'll transfer the feminist pendant to a longer chain but OMG so cool!

These mittens are so cute and they feel so luxurious. Unbelievably, they cost a measly £2.50! I was amazed because the shop I bought them from is usually really expensive. I love a good bargain!

So there you have it! What have you been up to over the last few weeks?

Monday, 4 February 2013

Who?Me, Jessica/Jessie. 30 year old, fat mouthy feminist with a mental illness and a penchant for glitter.What?Fat acceptance, mental health, body politics, feminism, crafty stuff, cooking, reading, fashion and anything else I fancy!When?As frequently or infrequently as I fancy. I will try and post something at least a couple of times a week, but I've learned the hard way that it's best not to make promises.Why?As much as I enjoy rambling on about make-up, I wanted a space where I could write about all the other stuff that goes on in my life, from living with a severe and enduring mental illness, to fat acceptance and feminism. I also wanted a place that I could post photos of things I make and cook and occasionally waffle about music and books. From now on, all my OOTD/Fatshion posts will be on this blog.So that's about it! Fat lass things will be a very mixed bag, but I hope that you'll enjoy it all the same!